Coming hard into the third big wankin’ weekend of the merry Masturbation Month of May, on the night the Rapture didn’t rap, I opened my Womb Room to a bevy of popular transsexual porn stars and one very intriguing award-winning filmmaker….

Coming hard into the third big wankin’ weekend of the merry Masturbation Month of May, on the night the Rapture didn’t rap, I opened my Womb Room to a bevy of popular transsexual porn stars and one very intriguing award-winning filmmaker…

Air Date: 10/15/2011 The horse is a powerful sexual symbol, from knights on white horses rescuing and ravishing beautiful damsels to Zoo-ish perversities involving the stallion’s enormous member. The half-human/half-horse centaurs of ancient Greek mythology were notoriously libidinous, and I know I’m not the only woman who’s climaxed with a muscular steed galloping between my thighs (it’s not about the dick, darling; it’s about the rib cage). The Peter Shaffer play Equus explores the conflation of sex, religion and horses—mostly stallions. The mare is the adult female horse. And then there is the filly (not to be confused with my hometown of Philly), the younger female horse, who lends her name, like the pony, the chick, the bird, the bitch and the pussy, to any sexy young woman with a tail worth chasing. The fine fillies in this show, some of whom hail from lesbian erotica-oriented Filly Films, go buck-wild, turning the Womb Room into a romping rodeo of unbridled girly sex. Because hay may be for horses, but getting-the-freak-on is for fillies.

Date: 11/26/2011 Cooking classes are conducted in a kitchen. So why shouldn’t a class in Sex Ed be conducted in bed? If you were thinking of playing hooky from the classroom—or make that, the Womb Room—you may want to think again as this is one lesson you won’t want to ditch. Yes, class, it’s back to school night at the Speakeasy as we welcome a freaky faculty full of therapists and educators on our favorite subjects—the pleasures of sex and the passion of revolution.

Air Date: 06/09/2012 It’s another unforgettable orgy in the Womb Room. And what is the cause for celebration this time? To quote the sagacious inscription on the goblet I received as a gift: “It’s My Fucking Birthday!” And what a bon anniversaire bacchanal of epic proportions it is, commencing with me popping out of my own cake (concocted by RadioSUZY1 producer and passionate cake fetishist Tasia Sutor, assisted by artist Yossie Vardan), surrounded by some of the world’s hottest sexpots, sexperts and sex maniacs in full-on, ecstatic celebration mode. Then things really go off! And by “things” I mean most of my guests’ clothing as we pile up more beauties in the bed for Sybian rides, spanking, pole-dancing, Adult Play Parlor sex toys for all, Kinky Eddie sex toys for me, sword swallowing (both the sideshow and fellatio variety—at the same time!), as couples and clusters sex it up until the break of dawn on various beds and couches of the Speakeasy, in celebration of the very first “sex act” of my long and rather sexual life. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, we are all born from sex. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, real mothers are not virgins. Neither are fathers. Sex is what brings us into the world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while. Praise be to the power and glory of sex! It keeps you young. And you keep me young. At least you—my readers, listeners, lovers, viewers, friends, clients, tweeps, my awesome, ever-changing socialist/capitalist BonoboVille community—keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party. Thank you all for helping to make my crazy marvelous life possible.

Air Date: 06/09/2012 It’s another unforgettable orgy in the Womb Room. And what is the cause for celebration this time? To quote the sagacious inscription on the goblet I received as a gift: “It’s My Fucking Birthday!” And what a bon anniversaire bacchanal of epic proportions it is, commencing with me popping out of my own cake (concocted by RadioSUZY1 producer and passionate cake fetishist Tasia Sutor, assisted by artist Yossie Vardan), surrounded by some of the world’s hottest sexpots, sexperts and sex maniacs in full-on, ecstatic celebration mode. Then things really go off! And by “things” I mean most of my guests’ clothing as we pile up more beauties in the bed for Sybian rides, spanking, pole-dancing, Adult Play Parlor sex toys for all, Kinky Eddie sex toys for me, sword swallowing (both the sideshow and fellatio variety—at the same time!), as couples and clusters sex it up until the break of dawn on various beds and couches of the Speakeasy, in celebration of the very first “sex act” of my long and rather sexual life. Yes indeed, brothers and sisters, we are all born from sex. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, real mothers are not virgins. Neither are fathers. Sex is what brings us into the world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while. Praise be to the power and glory of sex! It keeps you young. And you keep me young. At least you—my readers, listeners, lovers, viewers, friends, clients, tweeps, my awesome, ever-changing socialist/capitalist BonoboVille community—keep me from ever growing up. The proof is in this party. Thank you all for helping to make my crazy marvelous life possible.

Though I originally called this show “WiLD LiFE LA,” it’s too chilly in our urban jungle enclave to take much more off than our high heels, turning the proceedings into more of a foot fetish fiesta, along with birthday spankings, fun with cake, bondage and tickle play, discussions of sex and religion, bonobo tales and sexy tails.

Though I originally called this show “WiLD LiFE LA,” it’s too chilly in our urban jungle enclave to take much more off than our high heels, turning the proceedings into more of a foot fetish fiesta, along with birthday spankings, fun with cake, bondage and tickle play, discussions of sex and religion, bonobo tales and sexy tails.